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The Egotist Considers
"AtPrinceton—"
"Oh,youandPrinceton!You’dthinkthatwastheworld,thewayyoutalk!PerhapsyoucanwritebetterthananybodyelseonyouroldPrincetonian;maybethefreshmendothinkyou’reimportant—"
"Youdon’tunderstand—"
"Yes,Ido,"sheinterrupted."Ido,becauseyou’realwaystalkingaboutyourselfandIusedtolikeit;nowIdon’t."
"HaveIto-night?"
"That’sjustthepoint,"insistedIsabelle."Yougotallupsetto-night.Youjustsatandwatchedmyeyes.Besides,IhavetothinkallthetimeI’mtalkingtoyou—you’resocritical."
"Imakeyouthink,doI?"Amoryrepeatedwithatouchofvanity.
"You’reanervousstrain"—thisemphatically—"andwhenyouanalyzeeverylittleemotionandinstinctIjustdon’thave’em."
"Iknow."Amoryadmittedherpointandshookhisheadhelplessly.
"Let’sgo."Shestoodup.
Heroseabstractedlyandtheywalkedtothefootofthestairs.
"WhattraincanIget?"
"There’soneabout9:11ifyoureallymustgo."
"Yes,I’vegottogo,really.Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Theywereattheheadofthestairs,andasAmoryturnedintohisroomhethoughthecaughtjustthefaintestcloudofdiscontentinherface.Helayawakeinthedarknessandwonderedhowmuchhecared—howmuchofhissuddenunhappinesswashurtvanity—whetherhewas,afterall,temperamentallyunfittedforromance.
Whenheawoke,itwaswithagladfloodofconsciousness.
